Poem By Oropher Tîwele
I love to ride my motorcycle on a warm summers day.
Listening to the roar of the engine as I sit at the light.
Waiting for the green so I can scream down the road.
Wind in my face and the sky above me.
You on back and no care in the world.
Your arms around my waist as I taste the freshness of the clean country air.
Feel my throttle and shift my gears.
Open road, no real place to go, but down the country roads.